This was a truly brutal battle.
Compared to it, whether the Blood Race's past wars or the battles between the Northern Heavens and the Ghost Corpse Race, all seemed like minor skirmishes.
The Ghost Corpse Slaves' utter fearlessness in the face of death made most people's scalps tingle in waves.
The Sea Race was not led into battle by its strongest fighters.
Yet every one of these beings, comparable to deep-sea monsters, was so enormous that people would recoil at the sight of them.
Thus, although the Ghost Corpse Slaves' cultivation and combat strength were indeed formidable,
when they truly clashed, Sovereign Realm Ghost Corpse Slaves were repeatedly bound by Heavenly Dao Realm Sea Race fighters.
The successive occurrences of this caused the battle to grow increasingly deadlocked.
"No wonder the Ghost Corpse Race used to be so courteous toward the Sea Race. It seems the reason is far from as simple as we imagined!" Qin Shaofeng sighed deeply.
Just as Prince Xue Rongqing, Zhan Cangtian, and the other bigwigs all turned to look at him,
they clearly saw a faint smile at the corner of his lips.
It looked almost like a sneer.
Everyone was stunned.
What was going on?
With the Sea Race being so troublesome, shouldn't he have been vexed and unsettled?
What was with that expression now?
While they were still wondering, Qin Shaofeng had already slowly begun to walk, making his way step by step toward the front of the battlefield.
The Seven-Colored Power circulated, causing his entire body to seem as though it had turned into seven-colored light at that moment.
The Blood-red Ghost Mark appeared at the same time.
In that lightning-flash instant, his entire bearing underwent an earth-shaking transformation.
If he had looked like nothing more than a domineering commander before,
then